As I have been for the past month or two, I will continue the story of Nicholas and Emmeline. There’s been a little tension between the two of them in the past two weeks…there’s more to Emmeline than meets the eye and Nicholas isn’t sure how to handle that. We’ll see what happens today…

Enjoy!

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In A Blink

Nick burst into the hospital room, his jacket and tie askew and skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. The doctor and nurses looked up in alarm. “You can’t be in here,” said one the nurses, striding forward.

Nick didn’t move, he just stared at the operating table and the woman laying unconscious on it.

“Nurse!” said the doctor sharply, pointing with a bloody glove.

“I’m sorry sir, you have to stay in the waiting room. That’s the best thing you can do for your wife right now.”

Nick couldn’t take his eyes off of Emmeline. Dazed, he said, “But she isn’t my wife yet.”

Happy Friday, Readers! Welcome to the last Friday Fictioneers of 2016. Can you believe it? Thank you so much to Rochelle for continuing to host this weekly prompt, and to the many people who contribute photos, particularly Shaktiki Sharma, who submitted this week’s photo!

Enjoy! (even if it is a little dark)

Copyright: Shaktiki Sharma

Tick Tock

Time is a funny thing. Everyone was always running out of it, and no one knew this better than Muerta, whose curse was to see everyone’s time run out. Everyone’s except her own. Tick tock, tick tock.

“Hola, niña.”

Muerta stopped mid-step and slowly turned towards a man peeling himself from the shadows of the wall. Tick tock, tick tock. She said nothing as he stepped closer. “What are you looking for, niña bonita?”

The ticking slowed. “I look for nothing,” she said. A vision of a gun shot to his chest flashed before her eyes. “But I see everything.”

Hello Readers! Sorry for the absence – I’ll try to get back to Friday Fictioneers as soon as I can. In the meantime, it’s already time again for Six on the Sixth – the prompt by Adam Ickes to write six six word stories! The prompt words this month are: Plan, Giant, Pills, Hang, Peddle, and Inch. Enjoy!

Happy Friday, dear Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers, led by our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s photo is provided by Madison Woods. My story this time is a bit on the sad side. I hope you won’t mind.

Copyright: Madison Woods.

Now Lay Me Down To Sleep

May 6th, 1995. Six years old. 11:08 p.m.
His mother yanked the illuminated bed sheet over his head. “Quentin? What are you doing up this late?”

July 14th, 2003. Fourteen years old. 12:44 a.m.
His mother threw open the window. “Quentin! Where do you think you’re going?”

November 19th, 2011. Twenty-two years old. 3:52 a.m.
She watched him stagger into the kitchen. “Quentin, where have you been?”

You know what that means, Readers. Friday Fictioneers! Many thanks to our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, whose weekly dedication inspires so many writers all over the world. Also thanks to Madison Woods for this week’s photo.

My story this week may be a bit gruesome, and definitely mysterious. I have a new villain stalking around in my head, folks. And he wants to know about your lives…unlived.

Enjoy.

Copyright: Madison Woods

Life Unlived

Ropes cut into Mary’s wrists as she struggled against them. Her nostrils flared as she breathed desperately through her nose and bit down on her gag.

“Now, now, Miss Penny, struggling won’t do you any good.” Her kidnapper stalked around her. Mary flinched as he untied her gag.

Immediately she screamed.

In an instant his hand was around her throat, cutting off her air. Images flashed before Mary’s eyes. Familiar faces. Vacations. A wedding ring. A pregnancy test.